"Probably you came, like me, in search of gold."
"That's where you're wrong. Leastways, that wasn't the principal object of our coming."
"You're not traveling for pleasure, I should think," said Dewey, smiling.
"Not much. Since our hosses have been stole, there's mighty little pleasure in clamberin' round on these hills. The fact is, we've been lookin' for you."
"Looking for me!" exclaimed Dewey, in great surprise.
"Yes, and no mistake. Isn't it so, Ben?"
Ben nodded assent.
"But what possible motive can you have in looking for me?"
"I say, Dewey," proceeded Bradley, "did you ever hear of a young lady by the name of Florence Douglas?"
The effect of the name was electric. Dewey sprang up in bed, and inquired eagerly.